You know you’re lucky when…
You’re in the middle of a technical meltdown/migraine* at a festival you’ve spent a year planning and:
a) Your mate Hayley Lever runs into town to buy a backup blu-ray player;
b) her husband Andy gives you an impromptu, inspirational Shakespeare in Love speech about it coming together as if by magic (and buys you a cup of tea);
c) your main event sponsor Dr Peter Dewhurst (Uni Derby, Buxton) doesn’t throw his toys out the pram but gets on the phone to make contingency plans;
d) your biking buddy Ingrid says, ‘yes that’s fine’ & she’ll take everyone through the the next door theatre if the projection box doesn’t start working;
e) your business partner Matt Heason has enough sang froid to lie on stage with an Extreme Mountain Biker jumping over his crotch and his main worry is not about losing his manhood but whether the projection box will work or not;
f) his wife Sophie gives you a massage;
g) your friend & colleague Emma Beswick from Derbyshire Village Games gives you painkillers and gluten free shortbread;
h) your speaker Carey Davies from the BMC doesn’t take offence when you run off stage just before intro-ing him, saying you’re going to be sick;
i) your husband gets back from a long bike ride, gets into the bath, sits down, gets out of the bath and runs downstairs to rip your bluray player out of the wall and drive to the venue, then gives you a massage;
j) your next-on speakers don’t think you’re entirely nuts when they arrive and you ignore them because you’re lying on the floor in a pink vest with your husband massaging you, with your cardigan tied over your eyes.**
* Andy - you were right. It all came together as if by magic, with one minute to spare.
** Not so lucky when your said business partner takes a photo of you lying on the floor in a pink vest with your husband massaging you, with your cardigan tied over your eyes.